This choice: She manages to dodge his foot... • Go Back... As tiny Dani watched in horror, the shadow of Bobby's foot enveloped her. The huge, wrinkled wall of flesh, so close now that Dani could clearly see the intricate whorls of Bobby's 'toe prints', was nearly upon her. At the last second, the little brunette was somehow able to thrust herself off to her left, hitting the carpet scant inches away as Bobby's foot boomed onto the carpet.
"Ooof," Dani groaned as she hit the waist-high sea of carpet, and bounced back onto the side of Bobby's bare foot, the weight of his step pulling the surrounding carpet inward, and Dani with it. From where her bare legs came up against Bobby's foot, Dani got a momentarily impression of a thick, leathery surface that seemed very warm against her sensitive skin.
Then the huge foot moved past, leaving Dani panting breathlessly, both from exertion and relief. As she watched the receding form of her now monstrous friend, Dani called out weakly, "Bob...Bobby...please...it's me...Dani..."
But Dani knew it was useless. She could hear for herself that her weak, tiny voice was not carrying at all in the now huge space of Bobby's living room. "God," she panted, trying to get her breath back. "Even if I shout, I don't think he'll hear me." The six-inch-tall women got shakily to her feet, pulling herself up by grabbing fistfuls of the thick, rope-like carpet. Dani was distantly aware of the carpet strands scratching roughly at her legs as she stood, and she felt her hands fall instinctively to her sides, brushing down the edges of her short-sleeved referee's shirt, which had ridden up a little after her tumble. The whistle around her neck jangled faintly on it's lanyard.
She looked over at giant Bobby, who had now settled himself on his worn, old couch, kicking his feet up onto the coffee table.
The tiny girl shook her head. "How in the world am I going to get his attention? There's no way-" Dani stopped. Her gaze dropped slowly to her chest. The little chrome whistle rested between her breasts, catching a flash of light from the lamp beside the couch.
Dani shook her head slowly, "How, indeed," she said, allowing herself a small smile. "Freaking brilliant. I guess my brain shrunk, too."
Dani took the whistle in her hand, and brought it to her lips. She blew as hard as she could, just as loud as if signaling the end of one of her niece's soccer games. And she kept blowing, long shrill blasts that she hoped would alert her giant friend.
It worked.
From his place on the couch, Bobby, who had been reaching for his tv remote, stopped, holding his head to the side as he detected what Dani thought probably sounded like tiny little, shrill chirps to his giant ears. Just so he hears them, she thought hopefully.
Bobby, a quizzical look on his broad, handsome face, pulled his bare feet off the coffee table, and stood. "What the Hell?" Bobby said, his booming voice hitting Dani's tiny ears like thunder claps. "Was that a whistle?" He started back across the carpet toward where Dani stood in the waist-high strands.
"Oh,oh," Dani whispered, watching Bobby's huge form thunder toward her once more. "Careful what you wish for, girl." As Bobby's titanic shadow fell over her once again, Dani stood awestruck, like a very tiny deer caught in the headlights. As Bobby's foot descended toward her again, she finally broke free from her paralysis, and began blowing the whistle again, piping out a series of high, frantic chirps.
Bobby stopped walking, his right foot settling down inches from a breathless Dani. His huge, handsome face tilted down toward his feet, scanning the carpet below. After a moment of searching, his large, blue eyes settled on Dani's tiny form, near his little toe.
Dani stared up at her friend, a tentatively, nervous smile on her pretty face. She raised a hand, waving broadly. "Hi, guy. I think I may have lost some weight."
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